Prayers from the Poets: A Calendar of DevotionLaurie Magnus, Cecil Headlam Geo. Routledge & Sons, Limited, 1903 - 369 strani |
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Stran 10
... seek thy goal- Return then to thy rest , my soul , For bountifully has God dealt with thee . Behold ! I am a stranger here , My days like fleeting shadows seem . When wilt thou , if not now , thy life redeem ? And when thou seek'st thy ...
... seek thy goal- Return then to thy rest , my soul , For bountifully has God dealt with thee . Behold ! I am a stranger here , My days like fleeting shadows seem . When wilt thou , if not now , thy life redeem ? And when thou seek'st thy ...
Stran 12
... seek ! Follow where all is fled ! Rome's azure sky , Flowers , ruins , statues , music , words are weak The glory they transfuse with fitting truth to speak . Why linger , why turn back , why shrink , my Heart ? Thy hopes are gone ...
... seek ! Follow where all is fled ! Rome's azure sky , Flowers , ruins , statues , music , words are weak The glory they transfuse with fitting truth to speak . Why linger , why turn back , why shrink , my Heart ? Thy hopes are gone ...
Stran 40
... seek I may not find , Oh , make more hard and stern and strong The framework of my mind ! Or , nearer to me , in the dark Of life's low hours , one moment stand , And give me keener eyes to mark The moving of Thy hand . THE EARL OF ...
... seek I may not find , Oh , make more hard and stern and strong The framework of my mind ! Or , nearer to me , in the dark Of life's low hours , one moment stand , And give me keener eyes to mark The moving of Thy hand . THE EARL OF ...
Stran 44
... seek'st rather love ; For in Thy hand is Mercy's residence , By hope whereof Thou dost our heartés move . I in the Lord have set my confidence ; My soul such trust doth evermore approve . Thy Holy Word of eterne excellence , Thy mercy's ...
... seek'st rather love ; For in Thy hand is Mercy's residence , By hope whereof Thou dost our heartés move . I in the Lord have set my confidence ; My soul such trust doth evermore approve . Thy Holy Word of eterne excellence , Thy mercy's ...
Stran 46
... seek the wand'ring souls of men : With cries , entreaties , tears to save , To snatch them from the gasping grave . For this let men revile my name , No cross I shun , I fear no shame : All hail , reproach , and welcome pain ! Only Thy ...
... seek the wand'ring souls of men : With cries , entreaties , tears to save , To snatch them from the gasping grave . For this let men revile my name , No cross I shun , I fear no shame : All hail , reproach , and welcome pain ! Only Thy ...
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A. H. CLOUGH Almighty angels beams beauty behold blessed breath bright canst CHRISTINA ROSSETTI clouds comfort Coventry Patmore creatures D. G. Rossetti dark dear death deep didst divine doth dread dust dwell earth EDMUND SPENSER eternal evermore eyes faith Father fear FRANCIS QUARLES give glorious glory H. C. BEEChing hath hear heart heaven heavenly Henry Lucas HENRY VAUGHAN holy hope hour JOHN JOHN DONNE JOHN KEBLE King let Thy light live look Lord mighty night o'er pain peace pray prayer rest rise Saviour shine sigh sing sins sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars strength sweet tears Thee Thine things THOMAS CAMPION THOMAS PARNELL Thou art Thou dost Thou hast Thou wilt thoughts throne Thy face Thy grace Thy hand Thy love Thy mercy Thy name Thy praise Thyself unto voice WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings wisdom wrath
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Stran 365 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. cvi Ring out old shapes of foul disease ; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Stran 105 - WILT Thou forgive that sin, where I begun, Which was my sin though it were done before ? Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run And do run still, though still I do deplore ? When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done, For I have more.
Stran 124 - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen Thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove...
Stran 32 - Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings...
Stran 365 - RING out wild bells to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Stran 300 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Stran 251 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence : live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Stran 26 - CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR. WHO is the happy Warrior ? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be ? — It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought...
Stran 206 - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. "There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine...
Stran 129 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair : thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these Heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.